CAST IRON
BY WALLACE CALEB BATES
Tonight, we had gravy and biscuits for dinner. My grandmother made them in cast-iron skillets passed down from her mother.
They were warm and buttery, just like always. I love them not only because they are good but also because they taste like nostalgia and home.
Tradition lives on in the simplest things. Sometimes, it is as plain as what is on the table.